Simone's head tilted.
She stopped walking and stared at Count Frey without saying a word as if her eyes were saying that she could not understand what he was saying.
“You want to see it?”
"...Yes."
Count Frey's eyebrows furrowed. Simone's tone, which had always been polite, suddenly sounded as arrogant as her expression of absurdity.
“Why? Why?”
"You..."
Even though the speech is different, isn't it too different?
It was as if a con man was revealing his true colors. When Count Frey hesitated, Simone took a step forward and examined his face.
“I don’t mind, are you okay?”
“What do you mean? What wouldn’t be okay?”
Simone pursed her lips, then closed them tightly.
Anyone who looks at it can clearly see that he is still suspicious of Simone.
Count Frey was also one of the people who survived thanks to Simone during the last incident where the Empire was turned upside down by the Occult Society.
It was an appearance that clearly showed his discomfort towards necromancers.
Perhaps Count Frey still thinks of Necromancer Simone as a dark wizard who still steals corpses from tombs, rather than a hero.
Even though he clearly knew that Marcel was not there, he must have guessed that she had other dangerous intentions and wanted to keep an eye on her.
For example, the Anasis, or Occult Society, placed curses on innocent people and places.
'Do I have to understand this or not?'
It is literally a miracle that the old prejudices of the Luan Empire can change in an instant, so Simone can understand Count Frey's thoughts.
But it really bothers her that the people who came to help are being treated like Anasis.
Simone hesitated for a moment and then nodded readily.
“Well, I guess it’s okay. You said you don’t really believe in ghosts or anything like that.”
Count Frey nodded.
“There’s no need to believe it. You, as a necromancer, are always close to death, so it might be different for you, but to me, spirits and ghosts are things from a completely different world.”
The incident where the country was turned upside down by the Occult Society was not considered a supernatural phenomenon by the people, but simply a sign of Anasis' curse and the resurrection of the Demon King.
Count Frey's words are also true, as the Emperor led this in the hopes that the people of the Empire would not delve too deeply into supernatural matters.
But isn't it a bit odd to say that you and I are from completely different worlds when I'm here to help?
Simone looked at him pointedly and nodded.
“As long as you don’t get in the way, please continue with the guidance.”
“Interference? You, I haven’t seen you that much, but you’re talking nonsense. This is our family’s mansion. You can interrupt us, but I don’t think I can interrupt you.”
Simone chuckled.
“Count Frey.”
“What?”
“I did not say this to start an argument with you, Count.”
“...”
So what I'm saying is that there's no need to try to win with words.
Because it's just a useless argument.
“I’m literally telling you not to get in trouble for interfering with what I’m doing.”
Up until now, there have been more than a few people who have insisted on helping but ended up getting in the way.
Simone has also seen many people like Count Frey, both in her past life and here, who are trapped in prejudice and a superiority complex.
'It's definitely going to be a hassle.'
The ghosts in Marcel's room don't pose much of a threat to Simone, so it's okay for them to be disturbed...
If Count Frey is not careful, he may end up experiencing an experience that will traumatize him for the rest of his life.
“What I’m about to do is dangerous. If you interfere and put yourself in danger, I won’t protect you. But if you still want to watch over me, then go ahead.”
Count Frey swallowed without realizing it.
The red eyes that had originally seemed ominous now seemed to be provoking him. Count Frey turned around with a frown.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it. Just do what you have to do.”
Did I clearly warn you?
Simone smiled crookedly as she followed Count Frey, whose pace had somehow become a bit faster.
“Ugh... Huh... Millie... Millie... My baby...”
“Sob, sob, Miss... How can you go like this... How can you... If you’re going, take me with you...”
Marcel barely came to her senses to the sobbing of the Nikero family.
“....”
Did I lose consciousness for a moment?
She stopped walking and stared at Count Frey without saying a word as if her eyes were saying that she could not understand what he was saying.
“You want to see it?”
"...Yes."
Count Frey's eyebrows furrowed. Simone's tone, which had always been polite, suddenly sounded as arrogant as her expression of absurdity.
“Why? Why?”
"You..."
Even though the speech is different, isn't it too different?
It was as if a con man was revealing his true colors. When Count Frey hesitated, Simone took a step forward and examined his face.
“I don’t mind, are you okay?”
“What do you mean? What wouldn’t be okay?”
Simone pursed her lips, then closed them tightly.
Anyone who looks at it can clearly see that he is still suspicious of Simone.
Count Frey was also one of the people who survived thanks to Simone during the last incident where the Empire was turned upside down by the Occult Society.
It was an appearance that clearly showed his discomfort towards necromancers.
Perhaps Count Frey still thinks of Necromancer Simone as a dark wizard who still steals corpses from tombs, rather than a hero.
Even though he clearly knew that Marcel was not there, he must have guessed that she had other dangerous intentions and wanted to keep an eye on her.
For example, the Anasis, or Occult Society, placed curses on innocent people and places.
'Do I have to understand this or not?'
It is literally a miracle that the old prejudices of the Luan Empire can change in an instant, so Simone can understand Count Frey's thoughts.
But it really bothers her that the people who came to help are being treated like Anasis.
Simone hesitated for a moment and then nodded readily.
“Well, I guess it’s okay. You said you don’t really believe in ghosts or anything like that.”
Count Frey nodded.
“There’s no need to believe it. You, as a necromancer, are always close to death, so it might be different for you, but to me, spirits and ghosts are things from a completely different world.”
The incident where the country was turned upside down by the Occult Society was not considered a supernatural phenomenon by the people, but simply a sign of Anasis' curse and the resurrection of the Demon King.
Count Frey's words are also true, as the Emperor led this in the hopes that the people of the Empire would not delve too deeply into supernatural matters.
But isn't it a bit odd to say that you and I are from completely different worlds when I'm here to help?
Simone looked at him pointedly and nodded.
“As long as you don’t get in the way, please continue with the guidance.”
“Interference? You, I haven’t seen you that much, but you’re talking nonsense. This is our family’s mansion. You can interrupt us, but I don’t think I can interrupt you.”
Simone chuckled.
“Count Frey.”
“What?”
“I did not say this to start an argument with you, Count.”
“...”
So what I'm saying is that there's no need to try to win with words.
Because it's just a useless argument.
“I’m literally telling you not to get in trouble for interfering with what I’m doing.”
Up until now, there have been more than a few people who have insisted on helping but ended up getting in the way.
Simone has also seen many people like Count Frey, both in her past life and here, who are trapped in prejudice and a superiority complex.
'It's definitely going to be a hassle.'
The ghosts in Marcel's room don't pose much of a threat to Simone, so it's okay for them to be disturbed...
If Count Frey is not careful, he may end up experiencing an experience that will traumatize him for the rest of his life.
“What I’m about to do is dangerous. If you interfere and put yourself in danger, I won’t protect you. But if you still want to watch over me, then go ahead.”
Count Frey swallowed without realizing it.
The red eyes that had originally seemed ominous now seemed to be provoking him. Count Frey turned around with a frown.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it. Just do what you have to do.”
Did I clearly warn you?
Simone smiled crookedly as she followed Count Frey, whose pace had somehow become a bit faster.
***
“Ugh... Huh... Millie... Millie... My baby...”
“Sob, sob, Miss... How can you go like this... How can you... If you’re going, take me with you...”
Marcel barely came to her senses to the sobbing of the Nikero family.
“....”
Did I lose consciousness for a moment?
It seemed like all her memories from that moment on had disappeared.
Her eyes were so sore and her lips, which she had clenched to hold back tears, were swollen and stung.
A body that has been submerged in water for a long time no matter how well protected it is.
In addition, because she had cried all day and used up all her energy, her body, which was already damaged beyond repair, was in a state of sluggishness and looked as if it would collapse at any moment.
Even though he no longer had the energy to cry, tears welled up in Marcel's eyes again.
'Millie...'
Because Millie's coffin was visible in the blurry vision.
Nothing felt real. She didn't even want to feel it.
She just hopes it's all a lie.
Unfortunately, it is a wish that cannot be fulfilled.
“...”
As Marcel buried her face in her hands, someone's hand gently touched her shoulder.
“Young Lady, are you okay... You don’t seem to be feeling well. How are you feeling?”
Orkan was using healing magic on her body with a worried expression.
Marcel pushed Orkan's hand away as if it was okay.
“Scholar, please do not use your precious healing skills on me.”
“It’s not valuable. So don’t say such things and accept it. Young Lady needs to regain her strength. If you continue like this, you’ll soon collapse.”
Orkan tried to use his healing magic again, but Marcel stubbornly refused his touch.
“I don’t deserve treatment. It’s because of me that I’m being treated...”
Ever since she heard the news of Millie's death, she's been filled with nothing but regret.
If only she hadn't held onto Millie until late that day.
If only she hadn't taken her to the family carriage and let her go.
If only she hadn't sent her home on a rainy day.
If only she hadn't played in the first place.
If that were the case, Millie wouldn't have died.
Orkan exhaled and sat down beside her.
“How is that Lady Marcel's fault? Don’t feel guilty about something that isn’t your fault.”
Marcel looked at the coffin with dull eyes.
“I couldn’t say sorry. I wish I could have said goodbye at least for the last time.”
She still can't believe it. That she won't even be allowed to say goodbye to Millie anymore.
They can't meet when she wants to, and she can't even promise that they'll meet someday.
She can't laugh, cry, fight, or make up with her.
Memories of them laughing and talking together and being happy linger in her head, and it's driving her crazy.
“I wish we could meet just one more time.”
That would be impossible.
Orkan frowned anxiously as he watched Marcel lower her head and start to cry again.
‘If she continues like this, it’s going to get really dangerous....’
He knows that she is feeling extreme sadness, but in Marcel's case, it is truly life-threatening.
Because he was in a precarious position, Orcan walked up to her and used his healing magic, but she refused.
‘What should I do with this...’
Orkan, who was thinking of something like Abel and Bianchi, shook his head and opened his mouth with a thought that suddenly occurred to him.
“There are probably more things you should say to her than just saying sorry.”
"... Yes?"
Marcel raised her head. Orkan still had a hesitant expression, but he soon made up his mind to act and raised his staff.
“I think you might be able to say your final goodbyes to Lady Millie.”
It doesn't seem like a very good idea, but what can he do? If she continues like this, someone might die.
Then someone came and stood next to him.
“Scholar, what you just said... Could you explain to us what you mean?”
Orcan flinched and turned his head.
Two people whose desperation can be felt just by their voices.
It was the Nikero couple.
Simone entered Marcel's room and looked around.
'You hid well.'
Compared to when she first came here, the dark atmosphere has definitely faded.
It is said that with Marcel's spirit returning to her body, there was no longer any reason for her to be tormented, and that the ghosts stopped appearing to torment her.
But.
'That doesn't mean they disappeared.'
The soul rarely moves from a place it has settled.
Because if there is no purpose, there is no reason to move.
Therefore, those evil spirits will still be here, hiding tightly.
He might be waiting for an opportunity to take over Marcel's body.
Because Marcel's energy hasn't recovered yet.
'I have to take them all.'
There are more than one or two. She has to take all of those ghosts away.
Simone chuckled, fiddled with the magic stone in her pocket, then fell to the floor with a thud.
Then she put her hands on the floor and started spreading mana.
“Ues, come out quietly-”
Geneon clicked his tongue.
The sight of her bright smile and shining red eyes was incredibly murderous.
Her eyes were so sore and her lips, which she had clenched to hold back tears, were swollen and stung.
A body that has been submerged in water for a long time no matter how well protected it is.
In addition, because she had cried all day and used up all her energy, her body, which was already damaged beyond repair, was in a state of sluggishness and looked as if it would collapse at any moment.
Even though he no longer had the energy to cry, tears welled up in Marcel's eyes again.
'Millie...'
Because Millie's coffin was visible in the blurry vision.
Nothing felt real. She didn't even want to feel it.
She just hopes it's all a lie.
Unfortunately, it is a wish that cannot be fulfilled.
“...”
As Marcel buried her face in her hands, someone's hand gently touched her shoulder.
“Young Lady, are you okay... You don’t seem to be feeling well. How are you feeling?”
Orkan was using healing magic on her body with a worried expression.
Marcel pushed Orkan's hand away as if it was okay.
“Scholar, please do not use your precious healing skills on me.”
“It’s not valuable. So don’t say such things and accept it. Young Lady needs to regain her strength. If you continue like this, you’ll soon collapse.”
Orkan tried to use his healing magic again, but Marcel stubbornly refused his touch.
“I don’t deserve treatment. It’s because of me that I’m being treated...”
Ever since she heard the news of Millie's death, she's been filled with nothing but regret.
If only she hadn't held onto Millie until late that day.
If only she hadn't taken her to the family carriage and let her go.
If only she hadn't sent her home on a rainy day.
If only she hadn't played in the first place.
If that were the case, Millie wouldn't have died.
Orkan exhaled and sat down beside her.
“How is that Lady Marcel's fault? Don’t feel guilty about something that isn’t your fault.”
Marcel looked at the coffin with dull eyes.
“I couldn’t say sorry. I wish I could have said goodbye at least for the last time.”
She still can't believe it. That she won't even be allowed to say goodbye to Millie anymore.
They can't meet when she wants to, and she can't even promise that they'll meet someday.
She can't laugh, cry, fight, or make up with her.
Memories of them laughing and talking together and being happy linger in her head, and it's driving her crazy.
“I wish we could meet just one more time.”
That would be impossible.
Orkan frowned anxiously as he watched Marcel lower her head and start to cry again.
‘If she continues like this, it’s going to get really dangerous....’
He knows that she is feeling extreme sadness, but in Marcel's case, it is truly life-threatening.
Because he was in a precarious position, Orcan walked up to her and used his healing magic, but she refused.
‘What should I do with this...’
Orkan, who was thinking of something like Abel and Bianchi, shook his head and opened his mouth with a thought that suddenly occurred to him.
“There are probably more things you should say to her than just saying sorry.”
"... Yes?"
Marcel raised her head. Orkan still had a hesitant expression, but he soon made up his mind to act and raised his staff.
“I think you might be able to say your final goodbyes to Lady Millie.”
It doesn't seem like a very good idea, but what can he do? If she continues like this, someone might die.
Then someone came and stood next to him.
“Scholar, what you just said... Could you explain to us what you mean?”
Orcan flinched and turned his head.
Two people whose desperation can be felt just by their voices.
It was the Nikero couple.
***
Simone entered Marcel's room and looked around.
'You hid well.'
Compared to when she first came here, the dark atmosphere has definitely faded.
It is said that with Marcel's spirit returning to her body, there was no longer any reason for her to be tormented, and that the ghosts stopped appearing to torment her.
But.
'That doesn't mean they disappeared.'
The soul rarely moves from a place it has settled.
Because if there is no purpose, there is no reason to move.
While there is the occasional case of a pretend ghost that follows you from the orphanage, most of the time, like the other ghosts in the orphanage, they stay there long after their tormentors are gone and the building is torn down.
He might be waiting for an opportunity to take over Marcel's body.
Because Marcel's energy hasn't recovered yet.
'I have to take them all.'
There are more than one or two. She has to take all of those ghosts away.
Simone chuckled, fiddled with the magic stone in her pocket, then fell to the floor with a thud.
Then she put her hands on the floor and started spreading mana.
“Ues, come out quietly-”
Geneon clicked his tongue.
The sight of her bright smile and shining red eyes was incredibly murderous.
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